Dear Me Dear me, When you lay down in our old bed holding tightly to our old bear eyes closed dreaming to be anywhere but there
mental journey with physical roads The burn in my legs says i’m doing striving to complete a task i neve shut inside the brick walls for so running as if i have nothing to go as if there was no time
The Skeptic Today I am a skeptic not believing this will last as I sit here I ponder and doubt and I think of the letter you wrot I ponder and doubt it too 1
Little Girl Her face is the face of Glory The very nature of beauty A paragon of perfection She is mine Little fingers reaching out
Freedom Woods There is something freeing in thes the trees tall as skyscrapers it s I stand here in their midst seeking refuge from a long day The winter chill, to some, may be 3
Searching for the man Excuse me, please might I get a moment of your time see I’ve got a heart full of troub I’ll pay you, if you mind Trust isn’t easy for me to give
Beauty is a Beast Beauty is a beast who never sleeps But searches for a potion to make Though there have been many prince Her rotten luck kept on hittin ; they all turned into frogs with tr